Gods in the Morning of Time

Donlon the Poet held all the moving world inside a water drop in his hand. The gods and saints from heaven looked down on their smoke and their shadow, and Donlon looked down at the gods in the morning of Time.

-The Koragan Codex

It was night, and the rain fell; and falling, it was rain, but, having fallen, it was blood.

- Laments of The Darkspeaker, The Collected Works

Powerful forces rise in the great nations as the continent of Avesta recovers from the Second War of Dominion. Living gods walk the earth, puppeteers with agendas only an immortal could fathom. Will their machinations guide the world to peace, or will they one day rend it unto devastation and madness?